#and jhin is here too

[mercless]

"Little bird."

"Strange artist."

[smolsadred]

hihihihuhuhihi hes been buffed:33

[miurenne]

partners in crime (yes they blew up the prison)

[no-hwei]

Some real hingéd hwei moments:

[orlock-artbook]

On one hand, making an RP blog for a fun little guy who can compliment people well is Fun and Cool and allows for dynamics and playing off of other people's writing and interactions.

On the other hand ... Art is hard, and my OCD won't let me set it up until I have Absolutely Everything planned and sorted out and done for it.

(So I probably won't, at least not soon. Sorry.)

3rd July, 2023

[enchantedwolfoon]

(the one on the right is from 2022) some silly drawn over memes,

unmasked Jhin & Shaco by Okamisai

[hwei-theories]

╰┈➤Why Jhin and Hwei conceal their eyes - symbolism

In the world of artistic expression, hiding or covering certain parts of ourselves can hold significant meaning. This is especially true for Hwei and Jhin, two captivating characters from League of Legends. Each of them conceals an eye—Hwei his left and Jhin his right—and these choices go beyond mere aesthetics. They reveal deep insights into their personalities, their struggles, and their unique philosophies about art and creation. By exploring why they choose to hide their eyes, we can uncover the complex emotions and motivations that drive them as artists.

Eyes are an important symbol in Hwei's character. You can read more about it here.

Hwei: Concealing Chaos

Hwei's decision to cover his left eye can be interpreted as a manifestation of his desire to shield the world from the chaotic intensity of his artistic vision. As a character who embodies the creative process, Hwei grapples with the duality of artistry—the beauty and the chaos that often coexist. By hiding his left eye, he may be indicating a fear of unleashing the destructive potential of his emotions and creativity.

The Struggle with Expression

Hwei's background suggests a tumultuous relationship with his art. He represents an artist who is acutely aware of the power his creations hold. The left eye, often associated with intuition and insight, may symbolize the chaotic and uncontrollable aspects of his artistry. By concealing it, Hwei acknowledges the darker facets of his creative process that he struggles to manage. This concealment can be seen as a protective measure, both for himself and for those around him. Remember how empathic he is?

In the context of artistic expression, Hwei's hidden eye indicates the emotional turmoil he faces while trying to balance traditional artistry with his unique, often intense style. This tension reflects a broader theme in the art world: the battle between the artist's internal chaos and the need for external acceptance. Hwei's journey is not just about creating art; it’s about navigating the complexities of his identity as an artist. His concealed eye symbolizes the parts of himself that he feels are too dark or misunderstood, representing a struggle to integrate these elements into his public persona. His masters never wanted him to unleash his full potential - because of its danger.

The Emotional Connection

Moreover, Hwei uses his art as a means of connecting with others, and his hidden eye suggests that there are aspects of his emotional landscape that remain inaccessible. He embodies the notion that art is a bridge between the artist and the audience, yet his concealment signifies a barrier that complicates this connection. By covering his left eye, Hwei may inadvertently distance himself from others, revealing the challenges of vulnerability inherent in the creative process.

His journey mirrors the experiences of many artists who grapple with their inner demons while striving to create work that resonates with others. Hwei's struggle to balance his intense emotions with his desire for connection reflects a universal truth about the artistic experience: the fear of being misunderstood or misinterpreted.

Jhin: The Pursuit of Perfection

In stark contrast, Jhin's choice to cover his right eye speaks to his obsession with precision and control. As a meticulous killer and artist, Jhin embodies the philosophy that artistry requires an unwavering commitment to perfection. His quote, "Symmetry is so boring," shows that he might have covered up his right eye so that he is not symmetrical.

The Role of Symmetry

Jhin’s mask, which obscures his right eye, serves as a tool rather than a mere accessory. It is designed to enhance the challenge and danger associated with his artistic pursuits. By blocking vision in his left eye and dampening it in his right, Jhin intentionally removes depth perception, creating a disorienting experience that forces him to rely on his other senses. This choice reflects his belief that true artistry is derived from overcoming obstacles and embracing discomfort.

The Drama of Creation

Furthermore, Jhin’s mask stifles his breathing, adding an element of theatricality and drama to his character.

Jhin’s obsession with symmetry and perfection extends beyond aesthetics; it shapes his entire worldview. By concealing his right eye, he suggests that he is willing to sacrifice clarity and comfort for the sake of achieving his artistic vision. This choice reinforces his belief that true beauty lies in the balance of chaos and control, a dance he orchestrates with every kill.

The Intersecting Journeys of Hwei and Jhin

While Hwei and Jhin operate within different artistic paradigms, their choices to conceal their eyes highlight a shared struggle with identity and expression. Both characters grapple with the complexities of their artistic visions, albeit from different angles. Hwei’s concealment reflects a fear of chaos and emotional intensity, while Jhin’s serves as a testament to his quest for perfection and control.

Artistic Duality

Their journeys illuminate a broader theme within the artistic realm: the tension between creation and destruction. Hwei’s left eye symbolizes the emotional chaos that can accompany artistic expression, while Jhin’s right eye represents the calculated precision required to achieve a vision of beauty in death. Together, they encapsulate the duality of artistry—the balance between vulnerability and control, chaos and order.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Hwei and Jhin’s choices to cover their eyes are not mere aesthetic decisions; they are vital components of their identities as artists. Hwei’s left eye, hidden from view, symbolizes his struggle with the chaotic nature of his creativity, while Jhin’s right eye reflects his obsession with precision and control in his murderous artistry. Together, they illustrate the multifaceted nature of artistic expression, revealing the tensions that define the creative process. Their journeys remind us that the act of creation is often fraught with challenges, as artists seek to balance their inner chaos with the need for connection and acceptance. Through their concealments, Hwei and Jhin invite us to explore the depths of their artistic souls, encouraging a deeper understanding of the complexities of artistry and the human experience.

[reverieparacosm]

Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei x GN!Reader)

Warnings: violence, blood, slight torture, kidnapping

Chapter 4: Through the Artist's Eyes

(part 1 here)

Summary: Captured by Jhin, you face a final performance of pain and beauty. Will this be Jhin's last act, or just the beginning of something more?

(Note is at the end of the chapter)

A searing pain lanced through your skull, each beat of your heart a hammer blow against it. You fight to open your eyes, the world a swirling vortex of darkness and pain. You blink, the world snapping into focus, revealing a figure bathed in the dim, ethereal glow of a single lantern.

Jhin.

His lips curl into a smile that holds no warmth, only a chilling, unsettling amusement. He moves with a grace that belies the terror he instills, his fingers, slender and elegant, tracing the outline of a wound on your head.

The cloth he holds, pristine white against the darkness, is a stark contrast to the crimson blossoming on it. He presses it gently against your wound, the pressure a searing agony. But there is a strange, almost hypnotic quality to his touch, a calculated precision that feels more like a surgical procedure than a simple act of tending to a wound. Each stroke of the cloth is deliberate, methodical, as if he were an artist meticulously applying paint to a canvas. The blood, once a vibrant red, is absorbed into the fabric, leaving a dark, ominous stain that mirrors the chilling dread that grips your heart.

You try to speak, to scream, but your throat is parched, your voice a mere croak.

"Shh, do not struggle," he coos, dabbing at your face. You flinch at his touch, feeling scrapes where your skin meets ropes. Jhin examines you with a twisted smile, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and malice, as if savoring discomfort. "You’ll make this worse for yourself," he warns softly, leaning very close.

"Release me," you say sharply.

Jhin throws back his head and laughs, a grating cacophony that sets your nerves on edge. Slowly, he circles you, trailing a gloved finger along your tense shoulders.

"My dear captive, you presume to threaten me?" he croons softly. "It is I who hold power in this dance, not some chirping fledgling gasping in my claws."

Halting before you, Jhin grips your chin in a punishing grip. His veneer of control cracks, exposing raving lunacy beneath.

"No artist lets his muse flee until the opus is complete! I have divined such exquisite torments for our finale. Through your anguished song will I craft my crowning masterwork!"

His long-fingered hand traces your cheekbone, leaving a trail of cold in its wake. You tremble under his gaze, uncertain of what horrors lay in store. 

You struggle against your bonds, to no avail. Jhin observes your movements with interest, like a painter studying his subject. Outside, the sunset paints the decaying walls in hues of orange and gold.

"Through art, all things can be transformed," Jhin continues rapturously. "Your mortal flesh will become something everlasting. I will alchemize your essence until only brilliance remains."

He lifts a glinting tool, and you see it is a sculpting knife, its edge honed to deadly precision. Panic rises in your throat as Jhin studies the play of fading sunlight on the blade.

"Diamonds, like humanity, are born of turmoil. Extreme heat and pressure fuse the chaotic cloud into clarity. So too shall you be remade." His voice rings with messianic fervor. "Soon, you will shine eternally as my greatest creation. The transformation begins...let the ceremony commence!"

As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, more details of your surrounds emerge. Crumbling brick walls are papered with faded posters advertising long-forgotten shows. A thick layer of dust covers the worn floorboards; your chair stands center-stage in a decrepit house.

Overhead, tattered curtains sway in the breeze drifting through broken windows. Beams of dying sunlight pierce the gloom, illuminating spinning dust motes like flecks of gold. It is a place suspended between creation and ruin - the perfect setting for Jhin's dark vision. 

The artist himself paces before you, muttering excitedly to himself.

"The lighting is perfect, the composition sublime," he muses. "All that remains is to complete my masterwork."

Jhin's hands flit restlessly over his assortment of strange artifacts: gleaming surgical tools, arcane tomes bound in human skin, vials containing viscous liquids and mysterious powders. His meticulous artist’s mind sorts rapidly through options.

Finally, he selects an instrument resembling a paintbrush, but its bristles end in thin blades. He tests the edge delicately against his finger, nodding in approval at the bead of blood welling forth. 

"First, we strip away your outer shells," Jhin declares, tracing the blade lightly over your cheek. "Only then can your truest essence shine through, polished to dazzling radiance.”

Jhin steps close, looming over you with the metallic bristles poised at your throat. You thrash against the ropes binding you, heart pounding, to no avail.

"Peace, my subject," Jhin soothes. "Struggle will only prolong your suffering. Remain still, and I can elevate you to glory." 

His gaze bores into you. With a surgeon's precision, he drags the blade slowly down your neck. You cry out as beads of blood rise in its wake, crimson against your skin.

Slowly, oh so slowly, the blade presses deeper. You inhale sharply but do not cry out - you will not give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

A bead of blood wells and Jhin leans in, tongue darting out to sample your essence on his lips.

"Sweet," he groans, eyes fluttering closed. When they open once more, wild hunger blazes within. Jhin looms closer still, trapping you with his gaze as the knife dances over your hammering pulse.

Jhin makes a small noise of pleasure, tilting his head to observe his handiwork. "Exquisite. The raw material reveals its luster."

"Transformation is seldom pleasant," Jhin comments clinically. "But pain birth beauty, as fire shapes the jewel."

"I knew from the start what lurked beneath your silken words and gifts," you say coldly. "The way you twisted Hwei's heart to suit your depraved games, used his passion as just one more sick puppet in your shows."

Jhin's gloved fingers suddenly wrap tight around your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. His touch is cold yet burns your skin all the same. 

Jhin cocks his head, regarding you with a curled smile. "The petal thought he understood my art. In time, he too would have become a masterpiece."

His patronizing tone only fuels your fury. "I saw how you fed on his love like some parasite, how you twisted his mind until he was but a shadow, living only to feed the void within you."

Chuckling softly, Jhin runs his thumb along your swollen bottom lip. "And what of you, my feisty little songbird? Do you also fly willingly into the fox's waiting jaws?"

You meet his eyes steadily. "Your acts of violence and violation do not move me. I understand you better than you understand yourself - you who knows only how to feed chaos and feel nothing."

Jhin's smiling mask shatters, giving way to something ravenous and raw. "Feel nothing?" he snarls, seizing your face in a crushing grip. "I feel it all, each exquisite moment - the passion, the rapture, the divine perfection of destruction! Through my art alone do I truly live!"

Releasing you, he draws back, composure sliding neatly back into place. But his eyes hold a new calculation.

"And what makes you think you know my intentions, my dear?" he whispers, voice low and deadly. Bloodlust swirls in his eyes yet something else flickers there - intrigue, admiration for your spirit.

You swallow yet hold his stare, defiant to the last. "I see the emptiness within you. Your 'art' is but a shallow mimicry of passion, meaningless destruction performed for an audience of one."

Jhin laughs softly, a mirthless sound. His flawless mask cracks, revealing the gaping void beneath, the ache that drives him to create through carnage alone.

Leaning impossibly close, he breathes against your trembling lips. "Perhaps you know me better than I thought, my clever sparrow. If shallowness is what you perceive...then let me show you the inferno that consumes."

With that, his mouth slants hard over yours, ravaging with a desperate hunger to feel - to feel anything amid the numbness. You gasp into the kiss, your heartbeat answering his like clashing symbols in a dark symphony.

For a stolen moment, passion transcends intention as you drown in sensation. But when Jhin pulls away, craving and madness have resurfaced in his eyes once more. The tender illusion shatters, and you know - this was but one more manipulating performance in his grisly design.

He rises and paces, gesticulating wildly.

"That kiss was but another brushstroke on the canvas of our drama together. Through it, I sought merely to elicit emotion - yours, and of the audience that surely hangs on our every moment."

Pausing, Jhin gazes down at you. His perfect features twist into a ghastly mockery of affection.

"Did you feel, little songbird, as I tore open your heart? Did you tremble with anguished rapture, swept along in the ecstatic tide of annihilation?"

His mocking laughter rings through the dusty room.

Jhin grips your hair forcefully, pulling your head back as he breathes against your neck, his warm breath sends shivers racing down your spine. You feel your back arch involuntarily.

He leans in closer, his lips grazing your skin as he slightly bites down on your neck, the sensation both pleasurable and painful.

His hand glides down your arms, fingers trailing lightly as if savoring every inch of your skin.

The touch feels possessive, yet there’s a strange tenderness in his movements. You can’t help but feel the tension building between you, a dance of power and vulnerability. He then shifts his attention to the bindings on your wrists, circling your wrist with his thumb in a deliberate manner, as if testing the strength of your restraints. For a fleeting moment, it feels as if he’s loosening them just enough to let hope flicker to life.

But the moment is fleeting. You turn your head away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the feelings swirling inside you. Just as you think you’ve escaped his grasp, he takes your face in both of his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes softly against your lips.

"That, my dear, is the only 'passion' I know—the opus of agonies I craft through my works," he whispers, his voice smooth and chilling. "All else is but pale imitation. Remember that… should any wisp of feeling dare cloud your judgment."

With a savage grin and swish of his cloak, Jhin is once more lost to his dark imaginings, leaving you questioning all you thought you knew of this depraved artist.

As Jhin turns away to arrange his infernal stagecraft, you gather every ounce of strength and begin to struggle anew against your bonds. The ropes bite cruelly into your wrists, yet you twist and strain with wild desperation. 

Jhin pays you no mind, lost in his own deranged mutterings as he lays out gleaming utensils.

Seeing your chance, you redouble your efforts with a frenzied yell. The ropes fray and tear—and with one final wrench, your hands rip free!

Jhin whirls at the sound, anger flaring in his eyes at being denied his dark muse. But you waste no time gawking at the monster—you launch from the chair at him.

Off-balance, Jhin crashes to the dust-caked floorboards. His blade skitters away into the shadows.

Not sparing a glance at him, you sprint for the splintered exit with renewed vigor. Black night swallows your retreating form as you pour every ounce of will into escape.

Laughter and rage and the sound of pounding footsteps chase on your heels.

Your lungs burn as you push your exhausted body further into the desert night. Jhin's maniacal laughter still echoes behind you, though the sound is fading with each step. You dare not look back, knowing his twisted grin will be etched in your mind if you do. All that matters is putting as much distance between him and yourself as possible.

Up ahead, a faint glow peeks through the sparse trees - an oasis. New adrenaline surges through your veins at the sight of what might offer refuge. Sand kicks up with each footfall as you rush toward the glowing pool of water. Palm trees whip past you in a blur, their branches outstretched like beckoning arms guiding you to safety.

Bursting into the small oasis, you stumble to a halt beside the water's edge. Your hands brace against your knees as greedy lungs drink in air. Through the shallow pants, your ears strain for any sign you are still being pursued. Only the gentle lapping of waves meets them, the normal night sounds of the desert serenading the sparse trees.

Slowly, muscles uncoil from their clenched state. The immediate threat seems past, at least for now. You lower yourself fully to the cool sand and let the sight of glittering water soothe frazzled nerves.

Soft moonlight dances across the surface, dappling the shore in an ethereal glow. Clarity returns along with your breathing, allowing reality to truly sink in.

A shiver runs through you that has nothing to do with the desert chill.

Pushing to unsteady legs, you shuffle closer to the pool's edge. Your parched throat begs for refreshment after the exhausting escape. Cupping greedy hands, you bring the cool liquid to chapped lips. Too soon, the last droplets fall from your palms. Thirst barely slaked; other needs demand attention in your weary state.

Scanning the sandy shore, your gaze lands on a cluster of palm fronds piled near the trees. With any luck, they might offer cushion and cover for the night. One problem at a time - rest now, plans later. Heavy feet carry you to the pile and you collapse into the fronds with a sigh. Cool surrounds quickly lull frayed senses as lingering adrenaline fades into exhaustion.

Darkness pulls you under like a comforting blanket.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The desert night is alive with the constant song of insects and wildlife. A sliver of moon drifts overhead amid patches of scattered clouds, casting the oasis in a dim glow.

As you drift in the space between sleep and waking, a shiver runs through your body that has nothing to do with the cool night air. 

Something is different. An energy tingles at the edge of perception, faint yet familiar. Slowly prying open weary eyes, you lift your head from the nest of palm fronds.

Rippling across the surface of the water is a blur of colors, dancing in hues too vibrant to be natural.

A paintbrush comes into focus, wielded by a figure kneeling at the pool's edge. Colored wisps trail his movements like an artist’s ashes, each strand levitating impossibly in the air.

There is no mistaking Hwei's magical brush at work, weaving ephemeral illustrations that shimmer on the water's canvas.

His eyes, iridescent even in shadow, find yours across the shore. Recognition lights within those prismatic orbs before flickering with an emotion you can’t place. Concern? Relief?

With fluid grace, Hwei rises and strides to your side. Up close, faint scents of oils and pigment cling to his frame. His gaze roams your form, lingering on patches of torn cloth.

"You're hurt." His voice is soft yet carries an undercurrent that raises the hairs along your nape. Fingers gently grasp your wrist to examine your wounds. You suppress a wince at the contact.

"It's nothing serious." Your assurance does little to quell the tempest raging behind Hwei's eyes. Releasing your arm, he pulls his brush from where it is strapped across his back. Colors sprung to life along the bristles at his beckon, bleeding together into a soothing teal wash.  

Without a word, Hwei dips the brush’s edge into the shimmering paint. Your breath hitches as cool bristles make contact, tracing delicate lines along your wounds.

Where pigment spreads, numbness follows in its wake, deadening pain.

Fascinated, you watch reddened skin knit together before eyes, leaving fresh and unmarred in the healing liquid’s wake.

Magic, or simple a gift of Hwei’s brush? Impossible to say where abilities end and the artist begins.

You gaze up to find his focus intent on the task, lips parted slightly as his skill purifies damaged flesh. Heat rises unbidden to your cheeks under such devoted care. Your heart, already quickened from your closeness, threatens to burst from your ribs. 

The last abrasions disappear under careful strokes. Hweis' eyes lift to yours, their depths reflecting colors and emotions too deep to comprehend.

One arm encircles your waist and pulls you against his slender form, the other brushes tousled strands of hair from your face. His thumb lingers and caresses the line of your jaw with tenderness.  

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” Hwei’s hushed murmur causes lids to flutter closed, lost in the soothing rumble of his voice.

Lips meet yours then, slow and searching as if committing every facet to memory through touch alone.

With utmost care, he gathers you into his lap to cradle against his chest. One hand soothingly combs through your hair while the other takes up his brush anew. Upon the oasis sands, Hwei begins to paint in colors of serenity.

Lush blooms spill from under his talented strokes—petite lilies burst with dewdrops; morning glories unfurl translucent petals. Their vivid hues shine all the brighter in the shadows of night. As detail after detail comes alive, the flowers' sweet fragrance joins the cool desert air.

Instead of darkness, visions of sunlit gardens dance behind your closed eyes. Hwei watches vigilantly, brush never ceasing until the last stem stands vibrant and whole. Only then does he set the magical implement aside once more. You feel relaxed and calm.

Gently, he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. Hwei gazes for long moments, memorizing each fleeting emotion buried beneath fatigue. His hands cup your cheeks with care.

"Let me share this burden," Hwei murmurs, breath soft against your lips between words. "I would bear it all if only it rids you of pain."

Then slowly, he lowers his mouth to yours in a kiss filled with promise and devotion profound as the stars above.

Art is the highest form of hope.

All thoughts flee under that tender onslaught. Your hands tangle in his tunic, clinging to escape the nightmares of past hours in his grounding presence.

Within the circle of his embrace, reality seems but a distant dream. Here, in Hwei's arms, you know only comfort, protection... and love that shelters your heart, always, from any threat in the waking world.

As the stars light creeps over the dunes, you stir in Hwei's tender embrace. Beneath palms and stars, the remainder of night has passed in comforting solace.

Gaze meeting Hwei's own, you ask in hushed tones, "How did you find me here?" A rueful smile touches his lips, fingers lifting to brush aside disheveled locks. "Worry not over such details, my heart. What matters is you're safe now." 

Still the unknowns nag, his knowing eyes betraying depths beyond casual passersby. "Through your magic, wasn't it?” Hwei's nod grants affirmation, though guarded concern now creases his features. A painter's sight can unveil truths better left buried; it seems...

"Tell me what horrors drove you to this place," he bids softly, voice roughened by rising emotion kept barely leashed. And so, haltingly, the tale spills forth —of Jhins plan, his machinations to make you "a creation beyond compare." 

How Jhin's maddened machinations seek to immortalize your agonized demise. How by fortune or fate, an opportunity arises allowing escape from dire design. Yet escape is not the end, as horrors haunt memory still... 

At the story's close, Hwei grows deafly silent.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The journey back is a somber one. Smoke rises on the horizon long before Koyehn's Temple simple spires come into view, an ominous shroud hanging overall.

But no prayers can prepare you for the hellscape that awaits.

As the temple comes into sight, it is engulfed in angry orange tongues that devour sacred scrolls and timber alike. Embers swirl chaotically on smoldering thermals, borne aloft to spread ruin further still.

Hwei reins in with a sudden gasp, leaving you to brace against his back. You clutch him tight as anguished cries escape his lips, giving voice to the torment writ large across his features. Never do you see such depths of anguish from the stoic painter, who schools his passions into disciplined lines and fluid strokes.

"No..." Hwei's choked whisper tears at your heart. This place is his sanctuary, his home—now reduced to cindering ruins. You grasp his arm for support as much as offering console, finding only tremors wracking his lithe form in return.

His soul bleeds… and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows him whole.

His brush falls unheeded, magic sparking errant between clenched fingers as if begging release. Yet for all the chaos within, no colors escape Hwei's tight rein—not here, not for this.

Sliding to the ground, you pull him into your arms as tears carve trails down soot-stained cheeks. You stand locked in mournful embrace until the sobs begin to still, the conflagration within banked to smoldering embers once more by love's balm. Lips press against your hair, murmuring apologies for all that can never be regained.

As morning's light lifts the ashen pall shrouding all, the full horror of the night comes into grim clarity. Where once lived and worked over fourscore brothers and sisters, now only broken shells of walls remain amongst the rubble.

You pick your way over the ruins, hoping against hope that some sheltering alcove or secret chamber may offer refuge to even a sole survivor. But as the sun climbs overhead with no signs of life stirring, grim certainty takes root.

You stand alone as the last remnants of an order consigned now to memory alone.

Hwei searched the longest for any survivors, as if refusing to accept the bitter truth laid bare before your eyes. When he finally sinks to his knees in defeat, wracking sobs echo the agonized screams that must have filled the night air as flames claimed their victims. You pull him close, but no comfort of yours can staunch the flood of his grief.

In time, his tears run dry, leaving in their wake an exhaustion of body and spirit you fear no rest can repair.

Hwei wanders as one dead, seeking solace that forever eludes him amongst the ruins. Nights find him waking in terror, reliving each moment of devastation in vivid and gruesome detail no hand can capture.

One such night, a glint of color amidst the cinders draws his numbed feet. Lifted free, it reveals a fiendish trap, its petals splayed open in grinning mockery—a lotus blossom none, but one artist could have crafted.

Understanding dawns in those hollow eyes, a cascade of emotions stirring their murky depths once more: terror, sorrow, betrayal... and a dreadful fascination you know all too well.

The ruins fall silent once more as Hwei gazes unblinking upon that noxious blossom. You dare not break his reverie, dreading what shadows might take root should he linger too long in contemplation of such madness... and the dark allure it holds, even for one whose gift is life and color, not decay.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The crackling fire does little to cut through the tavern's smoky chill. You nurse a mug of ale, staring into the fire as if they might hold answers to questions plaguing Hwei's mind.

It has been moons since you left the smoking remnants of Koyehn behind you. Amongst the ashes, you find renewed purpose—your art brings messages of hope and restoration to weary communities... but sometimes also of destruction. But with each new dawn, fresh mysteries call Hwei ever onwards.

You glance to where he sits apart, brush hovering restlessly as always. His eyes, once home to passion's vibrant spectrum, now seem but windows onto an abyss churning with shadows.

Hwei seeks understanding through revelation of torment—by replicating each scene of suffering until its essence bleeds forth. You fear such intimacy with evil may leech away what remains of his light.

As the sun dips low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the tavern’s wooden beams, you sit beside Hwei, captivated by the way his brush dances across the canvas. Each stroke is filled with emotion, transforming the blank surface into a vibrant landscape of colors. Hwei pours his heart into the painting, bringing to life a sun rising triumphantly over a gentle sea, its rays bursting forth like tendrils of warmth. Hwei is completely absorbed in his painting.

Truly, no artist tolerates reality.

You lean closer, intrigued by the imagery. “Is it a sunset or a sunrise?” you ask, admiring the way the light plays in his eyes. Resting your chin on Hwei's shoulder, you feel a warm connection, as if the moment stretches into eternity.

Hwei pauses, his brush hovering above the canvas as he turns to you, a soft smile blooming on his lips. “It’s a sunrise,” he replies, his voice warm and tender. “A new beginning. I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

His gaze lingers on you, and in that moment, the world outside the tavern fades away. You feel a magnetic pull, an unspoken connection that draws you closer.

The ambiance is thick with the scent of paint and the calming whispers of the sea outside.

You close your eyes as his hand comes up to gently cup your cheek. His thumb softly traces your bottom lip. As he leans in closer, you can feel his warm breath mingling with yours.

His kiss is tentative at first, mere brushes of contact that leave you craving more. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against his form.

His other hand slides into your hair, fingers twisting in the strands to tilt your head to a better angle. His kiss becomes deeper, more passionate. When his tongue sweeps along your lip, you grant access eagerly. As your tongues meet, a soft moan escapes you.

All the while, his hand on your cheek begins a slow descent. Over your jaw, down your neck, it comes to rest on your waist. His fingertips graze under the edge of your shirt, sending sparks across your skin. You cling to him more tightly, lost in the bliss of his lips moving with yours.

When you finally part for air, he does not go far. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes still closed as you both pant, lost in the moment. His hand never strays from your waist, thumb making gentle strokes across the sensitive flesh. In his embrace, you have never felt so wanted, so cared for. It is here, in his arms, that you are meant to be.

Hwei opens his eyes and whispers, “Some people are artists. Some themselves, are art.”

When you finally pull away, breathless, you look into his eyes, which shimmer with joy and intensity. But as you glance back at the painting, something catches your eye. Dark, shadowy figures seem to writhe within the vibrant hues, lurking just beneath the surface of the canvas. They flicker in and out of existence, vanishing as quickly as they appear.

A shiver runs down your spine. “Hwei, do you see that?” you ask, pointing to the canvas.

His expression shifts, a shadow crossing his features. “I—I’ll protect you,” he says, his voice suddenly serious, his grip tightening around you. The remnants of the massacre at the temple echo in his eyes, a haunting reminder of the darkness he has faced.

“I know you will,” you reassure him, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “But you don’t have to do it alone.”

For a moment, the weight of his past hangs heavy in the air. He leans into your touch, the warmth of your presence grounding him. “You’re my light,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the firelight dances upon Hwei's face, you trace gentle fingers along his jaw, brushing aside an ebony strand fallen askew.

Hwei leans into your touch with a soft sigh, clasping your fingers in his own. "I feel there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people. I feel like art and love are the same thing: it’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.”

His lips graze your knuckles, stirring memories as vivid as yesterday's joyous discoveries. For a moment's respite, all traces of grief and care dissolve beneath remembered rapture...

...Until a sharp rap at the door shatters remnants of days past like spun glass.

You open the door. A single lotus flower lays on the ground.

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The memories of Hwei's past weigh heavily on him, each loss a haunting echo in his mind. Yet, as he paints, the burdens begin to lift. His art speaks of grief and longing, capturing the essence of his experiences in hues and textures that transcend language. With every stroke, he communicates the inexpressible—an intimate connection to those who suffer alongside him.

While words can falter, art holds the power to bridge the chasms of isolation. It is a silent language, one that resonates deeply within the hearts of those who behold it, conveying feelings that can never be articulated. The beauty of creations offers solace, a reminder that even in the depths of despair, connection is possible through the shared understanding of emotion.

Art can speak for one, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. In a world rife with pain, it becomes a guiding light—a universal form of communication that unites hearts across boundaries.

Though silent, art speaks volumes. In this moment of catharsis through creative expression, one begins to find healing. Art provides an empowering and voiceless language to communicate intimate feelings beyond what words can say.

Especially in times of deep suffering when words fail, art becomes a "silent language" to express the inexpressible emotions of a soul.

Through art, one always finds a way to express the inexpressible, to share a silent language with the world.

Art's Silent Language.

Note: Well, here it is—finally the grand finale of my fanfic! 🎉 Did you notice that this is the fourth chapter and the whole thing clocks in at 14,444 words? I mean, come on, Jhin would definitely be proud of me for that little numerical homage. Four is his jam, right? Haha! So, about the ending... it’s kind of a happy one, or at least an open one. I did toy with the idea of killing off the protagonist—just a little cheeky thought, you know? Hehe. Oh! And I hope you caught the title drop at the end, “Art’s Silent Language.” Subtle, right? Or maybe not so much, but I tried! Now, I did mischaracterize Jhin a tad for my down-bad heart (shoutout to all my fellow simps!), but I did my best to keep him lore-accurate. This chapter is dedicated to all my broken artists out there. 💔 Don’t let life get you down—pick up the pieces and create something beautiful! That’s the real message here. Art can express feelings that words sometimes can’t. As I wrote, "Art is the highest hope." And for the Van Gogh fans, I hope you recognized some of his quotes sprinkled throughout! I love Van Gogh, and honestly, Hwei gives off major Van Gogh vibes. Plus, he has that surrealist flair, so it felt natural to weave in some of that genius. If you’re curious about my theories on Hwei, check out my theory account (https://www.tumblr.com/hwei-theories?source=share). And if you want to see more of my chaotic thoughts, here’s my main account (https://www.tumblr.com/reverieparacosm?source=share). Thanks for reading, everyone! Keep creating! 💖

[ioniansunsets]

For your Valentine’s Kisses event—

How about Jhin + “come to bed” kisses? 👀

Like, Jhin just got home from one of his “performances” and finds his tired, sleepy muse waiting for him.

I know it’s Jhin we’re talking about here, but… I can’t help it—the thought of him being sweet with his darling once in a while just gets me 😭❤️‍🩹

✖ Word Count: 414. Unproofread.

✖ Tags: Established Relationships. OOC? In the sense that I write Jhin much more gentlemen sweet I think.

✖ A/N: I love him oh so much!!!! Thanks for requesting this. Also you're the one giving him kisses instead today. Happy Valentine's lovelies. 4.

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"Come to bed" kisses: A has their hands on B's neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A's hands slide down B's arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck.

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It was late. Way too late. The sun had long set and even the drunkards had gone to sleep. But the sound of the door opening woke you up. No matter how gentle your partner tried to be, the soft click as the door closes, the thud as you hear him out down whisper. Noises you knew meant his return. The second clink as you recognize his mask being placed down on the desk outside. You should help him install a hook next time. The third thump of his armor being shed and neatly placed against the wall. And the final thunk as he shed his cloak and bullets onto the chair outside. By then you had stretched a little and slowly got up. Going to meet your lover and welcome him home. But alas, the bedroom door slowly creeks open in return as you reached out to open it.

“ You're awake my love?”

“ Heard you return Jhin.”

His expression softens as he sees you walk over to him. As your hand gently rests on his hips, his own arms reach around your waist. Encircling you, pulling you closer into him. Wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth.

“ It's the dead of night now, you should change. Come to bed with me… Retire for the night.”

“ I am covered in blood my little rose. I would truly rather not stain the sheets. Or you for that matter. Let me have a bath first hmm?”

A low chuckle leaves his lips as you shake your head at him. Slowly inching yourself backwards, dragging your partner along as you get close to the edge of the bed.

“ Let me wipe myself down at least? I'll be quick, I promise. I already feel bad leaving dried blood flakes on you like this.”

Gently he leans back away from you. Dusting off little red specks from his victims tonight.

“ I will, I will! Just… Let me have this first.”

Jhin raises at eyebrow at your words. Curiously watching and waiting to see just what you intended to do. But as you begin giving him chaste kisses. He can't help but feel the confusion in his smile morph into satisfaction.

“ Is this a bribe?”

You

Your answer was just a laugh of your own as you lean in to give him a proper kiss on the lips.

[oceansssblue]

Okay, this REALLY fits into the rare pair, I envisioned some weird shit but this one really surprised me xD

I don't back down, though, I love a challenge. I wasn't sure how to aproach this but i think it ended up pretty fluffy. hope you like it!

PS. Please remember to specify what type of fic (fluff, smut, angst, etc) you wanna in any request u make me, I always get confused with this!

Xx, Blue.

"LOVELY CHAOTIC" - TECH/JAR JAR BINKS 💖

WARNINGS: none, pure fluff.

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Tech studies the mission report with rapt attention. It's not one of the batch's; but of the last trip of General Skywalker with Torrent Company, a small selected group of the 501st. It's a habit he has developed over the years; simultaneously checking as many as the GAR's missions as possible in order to extract valious information for future endevours. There's much to be learnt from past mistakes and errors; or conclusions –patterns– to abstract from triumphs. Usually, he doesn't delve in them too much –it would delay him in other equally important tasks–; but this one has individually stand out to him.

There has been a civilian involved, which is an anomally by itself. His name, upon further investigation, is Jar Jar Binks; a gungan made part of Naboo's representatives for the Senate, aiding Padme Amidala.

Tech had not heard much of gungan's before. He delves into a long research; his overactive mind quickly devouring articles upon articles and as many encyclopedias as he can find. He learns that there are two subspecies of gungans; Jar Jar Binks being an otolla, presenting with a lankier appearance and pronounced haillus as opposed to the more robust complexion of the ankura. It takes another hour for him to study their underwater cities; and by the time his brothers have fallen asleep, Tech is already an expert in the gungan tongue and their culture and traditions.

He navigates through the GAR's archives with ease and is surprised to find out just how many years has this Jar Jar Binks aided the Republic. The gungan had even fought along a padawan Obi-wan Kenobi and his master at the time, Qui-Gon Jhin; he had been there when the two Jedis had found General Skywalker on the warm sands of Tatooine. Tech takes the time to learn all of his story; and his intrigue only grows with every detail he finds.

Tech is a naturally curious person. He finds almost everything interesting; a trait often mocked by others in his early years. It's what makes him a good soldier, though, so he's not in any sense ashamed; there's nothing wrong in being appropiately informed. If any, it's others who should feel embarassed upon their blatant ignorance.

The clone is aware of how his honesty can often be confused with narcisism.

Tech plugs his headphones in and watches the few videos he can find about his most recent discovery; a small chuckle escaping here and there upon the gungan's antics. He's definitely a curious creature as well –though perhaps in not the same use of the word–.

Time passes by –more and more reports been discovered in the clone's short free time in between the Batch's own missions–. Without even noticing it, Tech grows fond of the excentric gungan.

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He has always been a very straightforward person; so when he sees Jar Jar Binks in person on his way to the Marauder for their next mission, Tech doesn't think it twice. He aproaches him so directly that the gungan almost jumps in surprise.

"You must be Jar Jar Binks".

It's just a statement; but he guesses that's a good opening as any other. He's a stranger; this first encounter is going to be weird no matter his choice of words. He's not too worried about it.

The gungan blinks back at him, still a bit thrown back at the clone's sudden arrival.

Tech notices the humanoid is quite taller than him, which is an unusual situation to experience; he is used to feel tall surrounded by clones ��just a few inches– shorter than him.

"Misa surprised you know me! Who are you?"

Tech controls the involuntary smile that threatens to spread through his lips upon hearing the entonations of his peculiar voice. At first, the clone had thought Jar Jar's way of speaking was just a consequence of the gungan's tongue; but after listening to several audios of other's talking he had concluded the very drastic highs and downs of Jar Jar's entonation were simply his. It was just his way of speaking; pushing surprise, excitement, and life into the words.

"I'm CT-9902, Tech. I'm a member of Clone Force 99, a squad made of defective clones with desirable mutations".

The gungan tilts his head with his words; his long haillus flapping gently with the movement. He looks just as –if not even more– confused as a second ago.

"You look normal human to me!" He studies him. "No like regular clone, no... What makes tusa special? Misa very, very curious!"

Tech gives him a quick sum up of the Batch's abilities; though this just seems to bring more and more questions from the gungan. It's sort of endearing, really, to find someone that seems to be just as curious as himself; the need for knowledge bubbling over Jar Jar's tongue in lively expresions. Tech has the oportunity to saciate his own questions about gungans, about him; and the conversation is only brought to an end when Hunter enters the hangar and shoots them a confused glance before gesturing for Tech to get moving with a jerk of his chin.

Reluctantly, Tech leaves Jar Jar behind and follows his brother to the Marauder. He is somewhat comforted thinking he and the gungan could be considered acquaitances now.

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Weeks of similar interactions later, Tech gives Jar Jar a gift. Jar Jar holds the object within his hands, stunned; eyes comically large. It's a leather vambrace. It could mean nothing for other species, just an ordinary gift, but to gungans this is... Gifting a piece of protection is seen as a declaration of interest. But surely...

"This is a very special gift!" He half shouts, half whispers, eyes flickering between the object in his hands and the human. "Tech is a very smart clone. Tusa knows what this means?"

Tech's answer is a quiet –daresay, timid– nod.

Jar Jar makes another surprised sound with his throat.

"Misa can't believe it!" He frantically gestures around. "Misa clumsy, always find misa in silly, silly mistakes! Tusa smartest person in the world. Why tusa like Jar Jar Binks?"

A rush of confidence gives Tech courage to soldier through his next words.

"From a very and almost obsessively organised person, I find your personality lovely chaotic".

Jar Jar seems to brighten up, reading the honesty in the clone's eyes; his laugh freely echoing in the emptiness of the hangar.

He grins at Tech, and the soldier feels a metaphorical blanket of warmth gently falling around him.

"Misa didn't see this coming, but misa is very, very happy!"

Jar Jar is suddenly hugging him; and Tech is inmediately reminded of just how tall gungans really are. There's still many things to find out; and he'll let them come to life patiently and naturally.

THE END.

[yvelisht]

[Greek myth AU]

(First month of abduction)

Poor Persephone doesn't want an old man to be his husband

This is Hwei at the first few weeks of living in the House of Hades. He doesn't mind being abducted, he just want to be with people same age. Turns out that Jhin (who is older), takes a very good care of him and looks very hot.

Seeing Jhin went on working, Hwei slowly falling for him. He loved his manner, his dedication, and his passion. And Jhin also gives him that passion.

Jhin gave everything Hwei want: jewels, beautiful dresses, painting equipments etc. Even though Hwei was abducted, Jhin didn't harm him a bit. He waits, waiting for Hwei's consent.

Hell is a dark, cold, lonely place. Hwei's arrival makes this place livelier and colorful. Everywhere he goes, the flowers bloom. So Jhin could see the new colors in his realm. He builds a huge greenhouse and garden just for his wife.

Hwei, getting used to live here, was closer to Jhin. They spent times together. Until Hwei accepted Jhin and planned to marry him. But his mother came and tried getting him back.

His mother told him that he can still go back to the World above if he didn't eat anything here. Hwei didn't want to leave Jhin, so he picked the nearest fruit (pomegranate) and ate it in front of his mom to show his defiance. Jhin laughed.

His mother feel annoyed but can't do anything, so she just blessed both of them and threatened Jhin if he harms her son, she will come back. After that, they are married.

• Sometime, Hwei told Jhin that the hell is too dark, sunlight does not reach here. And Jhin said "You are the sun, the moon, the star. It is bright enough for me."

• I think Hwei would called Jhin "Old man" (affectionately). And Jhin would called Hwei with a ton of sweet pet names.

• When Hwei has to go back to the World above for a short period, they exchanged gifts. Jhin would give one of his cloak, which Hwei loves to sniffing it. Hwei gave him an eternal rose and a locket containing his lock of hair.

[trnspnywse]

Jhinhwei au brainstorm page thingy. Lillia exists here 2

errr smimple ver. Jhin and Hwei were former lovers & Jhin did what he did in canon but ended up killing hwei as well. Hwei is a manifestation of Guilt and Not Real. Jhin despite having seen Hwei burn to death thinks he's still alive. Everything is the same except Hwei is dead and crispy (but also he has his own post death happenings w lillia)

Jhin ends up coping with the manifestation by erotisizing it heavily ;p he's kind of pathetic but not too different. Idk if I wanna give him an alternative design too

Lillia is like a reaper (she was yoinked from the dream tree) and she leads undead souls (idk i havent figured it out yet. Might involve morde). Hwei clawing himself from the dead WHEN?!?

[salubriwrites-blog]

Which ships are you most obsessed with these days?

*heavey breathing*

Right now its actually Von Lycaon and Wise from Zenless Zone Zero. I saw Lycaon's drip campaign and I was feral ever since. Originally I was a LycaBelle shipper, but then I went too feral and started down the LycaWise trail. Lycaon reminds me a lot of an originally character that I wrote waaaaay back when I was a kid (I'm talking like, 10 and I had dreams of being a writer who just sat at coffee shops all day and made flow charts of plotlines). We're getting into some weird Salubri lore here so buckle up. But that character was a well dressed, well mannered gentleman who had been betrayed by a people that once made him feel welcome and trusted. In this fantasy world of super powers I had made up, he was especially unique because even by their standards, his powers were rarer than most. And they were Dangerous. As a result people feared him and encouraged him to basically wear protective gear/prohibitors to show others that he was harmless (even though that equipment would do Fuck All if the need to use his power arose). There was a lot to unpack about Night Shade, but it's better that we burn the suitcase. ANYWAY Night Shade had a girlfriend/partner who was basically the only person who could get away with testing his boundaries, because he would never ever ever hurt her. Wise/Belle's dynamic is very similar to Lycaon's in the story of Zenless. So when I saw that ship preparing to set sail, I saw an avenue to revisit a lot of the themes from my child hood stories I'd written. Then obviously we have everything Hwei. THOUGH MY ACTUAL URGE right now is to write a Hwei/Varus story because I had this game with Hwei-Varus bot and we both shot our ults at this poor Jhin & Veigar at the same time and it looked sick. Then in the afterglow of our double kill I was like "... I could write a short story about this". So maybe I'll get really weird in the future and hop onto that rare pair.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ blue butterflies by jhin ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

content: dancing kpop songs with them! or just dancing in general. i’ll include what songs, what bands/artists etc!!! i didn’t specify the characters that well so really just think of any of your favs!

ari’s note: this turned out more like a brainrot than an actual fanfic😭 sorry guys but hope u enjoy because this was so fun to write i actually kept giggling while writing

— super shy by newjeans

LMFAO can you imagine big buff strong characters like kunigami, raichi, and gagamaru dancing to super shy. it would be so funny. they probably didn’t even wanna do it but you forced them to and they didn’t wanna make you sad so.. dancing to super shy it is!

characters like them probably wanted to just sit and watch you dance, clap for you (kunigami), make fun of you (raichi) or maybe get up and do certain moves here and there (gagamaru), but to think that they’d end up doing the whole dance?????? the entire dance break, with the waacking part??? it was not in their vision to be doing this.. but oh well!

i can also imagine characters like yukimiya, karasu, iemon and kira watching you dance at first. but after seeing how fun it is, they get up and join you too!!! they don’t know what they’re doing and you’re both laughing but it doesn’t matter. bonus points if you’re dancing in the middle of the night and the whole neighbourhood is asleep!!!!

— can’t help falling in love with you by elvis presley OR unchained melody by the righteous brothers

these songs are LITERALLYYY made for slow dancing. characters who want to savour the night with you by holding your waist and having you place your arms on their chest as you both sway left and right.

the atmosphere is so loving, and it’s in this moment that you know how much he loves you and he knows how much you love him. the way he looks into your eyes and you can practically see yourself engraved in his pupil. i can imagine these with characters like barou, zantetsu, and eita.

barou, the selfish king has finally found his queen who’s worthy of his attention and love.

zantetsu, who sometimes doesn’t know left from right, can finally dance to the rhythm of the music with you. he even manages to not step on your foot!! (he probably asked reo and nagi for help. then reo made him slow dance with nagi to practice while reo sung horribly for them LMFAOAOA).

and of course! our dearest eita otoya. sometimes nobody knows what he’s thinking about; but the answer is obvious. what else would he be thinking about if not you? there’s only you in his head.

slow dancing with characters like shidou, hiori, rin, sae and others would be fun too.

now, imagine if the playlist suddenly goes from these romantic songs… to an upbeat song like call me maybe by carly rae jepsen!!!! it probably broke the romantic atmosphere.. but for the better of course! life is fun when you’re dancing around with your lover without a care in the world.

characters like rin, hiori and shidou would giggle a bit when the song suddenly changed and you broke eye contact. it was really like they were in a trance!

shidou would spin you around like a ballerina and laugh a bit. he’d do silly dances and pull you along with him. at the more upbeat parts he’d pretend to play the background guitar music while you grabbed a tv remote and pretended it to be singing into it. you’re both VERY off key… but with shidou it doesn’t matter.

NOW RIN probably wouldn’t know what to do. he’s awkward. you’re probably the one who has to spin him like a ballerina. and my god… it’s hard for him to spin since you’re so much shorter than him. he has to bend his back and at first he’s confused like “wtf are you doing y/n” until you go “spin!! rin c’mon! spin!” and he gets the hint and spins LOLL he’s so cute. you probably make him jump around and he doesn’t know what’s going on but he knows for sure that he is happy.

hiori… oh sweet hiori. he’s giggling so much at how you dance and drag his hand along for him to dance too! and he does!!!! hiori’s a silly boyfriend. he does NOT care that the windows are wide open. he doesn’t care that both your hairs are in a mess, both of you sweating like no tomorrow. heck, he’s probably even taking this dancing as a workout!!! but more importantly, he’s happy that you’re happy!!

— we are never ever getting back together by taylor swift

OR JUST any taylor song tbh. like lover, fearless, all too well (10 min ver), enchanted.

this with characters like nagi, reo, isagi, bachira, etc.

it probably just started off with karaoke. you were singing while he was working out on the floor and he used the songs as a timer.

“ok when taylor gets to the second verse i’ll switch to left plank.”

bachira probably listens to taylor. and reo is a swiftie. so they know all the tea.

they find you getting a little too into it at the songs. and he joins you. like imagine reo doing push-ups on the floor while going, “I WAS ENCHANTED TO MEET YOUUU!!”

he didn’t know when he stopped doing his workout. he didn’t know how he ended up singing fearless with you and dancing around. you’re both pretending like you’re in a music video. dancing and singing with emotion. you two are practically having your own concert!! (i will attend 100%!)

like just imagine the two of you getting emotional and singing like you’re getting into the worst heartbreak of your lives while singing all too well, knowing DAMNNN well that your relationship with him is healthy and strong.

reo and bachira would probably be the type to go, “wait let’s break up for 10 mins so we can enjoy all too well properly,” LMAO.

nagi and isagi probably don’t listen to taylor but they know the popular ones. and they know all the lyrics too because you always blast them at home, or he keeps hearing their friends (reo and bachira) playing it during soccer.

they find themselves unconsciously singing along and before they know it, they’re in the middle of the living room dancing with you.

— out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

ok let’s just say.. you’re both in the kitchen cooking/baking/cleaning while he had his speaker on the kitchen counter blasting music from your shared playlist.

and the songs go from like chill r&b to out of my league. and the two of you look at each other from wherever you’re standing in the kitchen. a small smirk appears on your face as you start singing and dancing. characters like chigiri and sae would be confused until you hype them up and they dance JUUUUST a little bit. ok maybe not a little.

chigiri would move his shoulders a bit. but SAE.. he’ll just admire and chuckle at you. but if you drag him along he’ll just follow too.

but, characters like nanase WILL smirk back at you and he knows what you’re thinking. you’re both dancing around the kitchen, the fire on the stove just bubbling as you both forget why you’re here in the first place. the kitchen has become a dance floor, a club, a party, whatever. MAYBE nanase will be sure to keep you safe in the kitchen. occasionally dancing, then pausing to continue cutting vegetables, then pour vegetables in the pot, then continue dancing again. bro gets work done!

end.

are some of these ooc?? yes probably. and there’s so many characters in blue lock i can’t keep track of them all so i definitely forgot some characters but PLEASE! these are all free hcs so u can imagine them however you want!!

[carcarcraziiv2]

This here is my index->

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Jhin x Fem! O.C. - The Fourth Chance

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Vi x Fem!Reader Completed Fic

Heartsteel Stoof->

K'Sante BF Head cannons

Sett BF Head cannons

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Ezreal BF Head cannons

Yone BF Head cannons

Kayn BF Head cannons

First Meetings Pt. 1

First Meetings Pt. 2

Kayn x F! Reader

Sett x Reader (18+)

Kayn x reader (18+)

Platonic Kayn x Sister Reader

Aphelios x Reader (18+)

Kayn x Pentakill! Reader ~ Mutual Crushes Confess!

Aphelios x Reader (Blood Play 18+)

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Sakuna Can be Sweet Sometimes, Too

[thecoolerliauditore]

i want to know about your league main(s?) , what do you usually play?

Back in the day when I still played summoner's rift God intended me to be a talon main but talon is such an awful pick into almost every team comp/match up that exists in the game I almost always ended up playing something safer instead, usually lux/annie who are plenty of fun too tbf but very vanilla.

I also became very fond of Lillia and tried to dip my toes into jungle since that was somewhere I could theoretically play Talon too but before I could really get into it the interest I had for SR evaporated from my body and I became an ARAM-only overnight lol. Once quickplay comes back I might return to the rift but for now I don't know what an objective is and I don't want to know.

I like to think I'm fairly flexible in terms of ARAM. I'm always happy to roll Talon/Lillia/Lux/Annie but otherwise my preference tends to go long range mages with 1000 years of poke (except zoe she scares me) > low-brain power ADCs (favs are jhin <3 <3 who isn't exactly brainless but i love him, jinx, twitch, miss fortune) > basically any champ with reliable CC that are good in team fights (neeko, leona, braum, veigar, malphite)

I've been a big fan of varus recently cus he's kind of a combination of all my favourite things, but I've played him like three times tops.

I've also got a soft spot for enchanters with damage builds, my favs are probably AD lulu and AP sona rn but I've had a lot of fun with AD soraka in the past too. he's not a support but I also almost exclusively play AP ezreal unless our team is in desperate need of a tank-killer.

I'm probably least comfortable on divers or just bruisers in general which might contribute to my hatred of bruiser talon lol.

here's my op.gg if you want to judge my lose streaks for yourself